I loved this memoire of growing and raising your own food. I never had any delusions of it being easy (enforced child labor in my mother‘s garden) and I‘m happy for someone to slaughter and butcher the meat I eat, I want to know where my food comes from. I love how generous she was with her food, even after someone stole her one and only watermelon. And the way the neighbors came together, all different cultures and backgrounds bonding over food.